I have failed lots, but the man who had the most failures that I know of is Thomas Edison. He failed 10,000 plus times to invent the light bulb and only had one success in that area. Pretty bad really, 10,000 failures and only one success.
That is the thing; it is how you look at it, and for me, how to define success.
Today I am super successful and that success keeps growing. Wait a minute I am a Janitor/Goat farmer with no goats at the moment. How can I be successful? I am not rich or famous; I can meet my bills and have a little left over.
I am happy, joyous and free – to me that is successful. I am useful to so many people. I am asked to come around to places all the time. People actually like me, not put up with me.
I have heard so many BP suffers talk about giving up on success. Who’s success or definition of success? I am not successful if I do not have a Lamborghini? Would a Lamborghini even be practical in your life?
We are bombarded with things that say you must have a career. For me a career is just a job with a suit on. Or that we have to do this or that.
I used to think like that too, and tried and tried. But I was never any good at it.
I have made and lost millions, had my own businesses and been a manager in other people companies. I was not good at any of those things. Why? Because I can not handle stress and listening to a lot of other BP suffers, they can’t either.
Stress is a feeling and what makes you stressed may not bother me. But in most cases I have found that if we, who have BP, feel stress we fold like a bad poker hand.
So we have to redefine success for ourselves. Each of us individually, success is a word and it follows ambition. I found when I came across a definition of ambition that worked for me, my journey to success started.
Do not look at what others define as ambition or success; find your own; you will be amazed at what that will do for you. If you make your own definitions and follow them, stress does not appear. I know because I have little or no stress in my life. Yet this last two weeks I have worked almost 120 hours and still had time to do my other interests and I am not bouncing off the walls. Because I love what I do at all times. I love my job and I love my life. I say that either out loud or silently hundreds of times a day to myself, so I cannot help but believe it.
Keep to the path, the hard one. The easy one does not go anywhere